Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Chapter 78

Myra couldn’t help exclaiming in agony as a wave of piercing pain assaulted her, cold sweat beading

on her cheeks. “Have you lost your mind, Sean Chase?” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Sean’s eyes were pitch-black and menacing, very much like a hellhound that came out of the depths of

hell, his chest heaving incessantly from fury. In the end, he snapped bitterly, “I was wondering why you

aren’t taking my calls recently, and it turned out that you’re messing around with Elliot Samson! You’re

truly something else!”

When he received Lyla’s phone call, he was actually having a meal with a representative from another

company to discuss a project, but he rushed over without giving a whit about the project after the taking

call. I was initially feeling a tad turned off by such a ploy from Lyla, but I actually witnessed it with my

own two eyes earlier, so how could there be a mistake?

“Myra Stark, didn’t you say you love me very much? Is this your so-called love for me? Being all

affectionate and intimate with another man?” Rage was written all over Sean’s face, his eyes so glacial

that it was as though he wanted to rip her to shreds. “Your love is really cheap!”

Her eyes going wide, Myra stared at the cold man in front of her incredulously. My love for him has

always been unreserved. I can’t say anything to the fact that he doesn’t love me and refuses to accept

my love, but why must he trample on my heart like this?

“Let go of me!” Myra’s eyes turned slightly red, but she didn’t want to show her weak side to this man,

so she sneered at him. “Sean Chase, since you’ve said that you hate me, why would I still foolishly love

a man who doesn’t love me? As for your accusation against me, I find it truly ridiculous! Do you need

me to do a count of the number of women you’ve fooled around with in the past two years?”

It was as though she was venting all the despair from her one-sided love all these years through these

words as she ruthlessly flung them at the man before her. Despite knowing that they wouldn’t affect him

in the slightest since he didn’t love her, in that instance, she just wanted to give voice to the

disappointment that was bottled up within her no matter what.

Sean froze, the chilliness that had been radiating off him gradually dissipating. Never had he expected

her to say such a thing to him, and her remark of ‘why would I still foolishly love a man who doesn’t

love me’ rendered him inexplicably panicked even though he didn’t know why he was feeling that way.

“I…” In a flash, his gaze turned conflicted. He instinctively wanted to say ‘I don’t want to hate you

anymore’, but his nerves were abruptly stretched taut upon realizing the direction of his thoughts. His

gaze became ominous, and he again tightened his grip on her wrist. “Don’t change the subject! I

thought that you’re sincere toward me albeit your innate viciousness, but you actually got together with

Elliot Samson!”

Myra hadn’t expected the sudden increase of force, the excruciating pain causing her face to go pale.

However, she merely bit her lip hard and sniggered mockingly. “You think I’m not sincere enough

toward you?”

Sean merely stared at her intently.

Never had Myra felt this helpless. “So, who’s sincere toward you since you think I’m not sincere

enough? Lyla Fisher?” She pointed a finger at the woman beside him, her face etched with stark

despair. “Have you forgotten who stayed by your side back then? Have you forgotten who

accompanied you during the difficult times? Sean Chase, I put up with your indifference in the past two

years because you said you don’t love me yet. But now, let me tell you that I don’t want to do so

anymore!”

Gritting her teeth, she struggled to free her hand from his hold, not letting up even when her wrist bone

cracked. Finally shaking him off after much difficulty, she promptly sprinted into the distance without

any hesitation.

Watching as her figure slowly disappeared, Sean inexplicably felt as though his heart was hollowing out

bit by bit. When he was a moment away from giving chase, a timid voice halted him. “Sean…” A hand

reached out to tug at him, but he callously shoved it away.

“Ah!” Lyla fell to the ground at the ruthless push, grazing her elbow in the process. Due to the intense

pain, she gritted her teeth hard and stifled the urge to whimper, merely getting up from the ground

silently. Her expression was obscured since she kept her head down, and the only thing visible was the

puddle on the ground. “Sean… I know you hate me… Actually, I didn’t dare tell you that I even saw

Myra and Elliot kissing… I know you have feelings for her now, so I was afraid that you’d be

saddened… I know the kind of woman she is, but I didn’t dare tell you… I… I love you… If you love her,

I’ll go and beg her… I’ll beg her not to be with Elliot Samson…” As she said this, she choked and made

to dash out.

In the next instance, a hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Sean’s hand was strong and forceful, so

much so that it felt as though he was going to crush her bones. Yet, Lyla seemingly didn’t feel any pain.

Her head snapped up, and with a surprised exclamation, she stared at the man before her in disbelief.

In the meantime, her face was still stained with tears, making her appear pitiful as she stammered

eagerly, “Sean… Sean… I…”

“Never mind.” Sean recalled that this wasn’t the first time he’d seen Myra being intimate with Elliot and

the gang. At this moment, his heart gradually turned cold as though it was blanketed with layer upon

layer of ice so thick that not a single ray of light could penetrate. How ironic when that woman claims to

love me! Fortunately, I’ve seen her true colors long ago! Otherwise, I would’ve been played like a fool

for the past two years!

“Sean… Don’t be sad… I’ll keep you company forever… I’ll never leave you anymore… Even if your

mother seeks me out again—” Lyla’s words were abruptly cut off.

Seemingly terrified that she’d said something wrong, she wanted to force a smile, but Sean clutched

her hand tightly. “What did you just say?”

“I… I…” With panic written all over her face, Lyla took a step back. “Don’t push me, Sean. I can’t tell

you anything… Go and chase after Myra. She must be sad now…”

“Tell me what that was about my mother seeking you out. Why did she seek you out? Had she done so

previously?” Nonetheless, Sean kept pushing for answers.

At this, Lyla trembled. All of a sudden, she could no longer hold out and frantically bolted away.

Sean’s gaze darkened. This time, he swiftly chased after her without even thinking about it.

After Myra had escaped Sean, she ran until she reached her white BMW. Her expression was

exceedingly gloomy, but this time, she held herself back from crying. Perhaps it was because she no

longer held out any hope toward Sean that she’d learned to accept and ignore it every time he said

something hurtful. While the pain within her remained, she believed that the wound would heal one day.

The moment she approached the car, she opened the car door. Before slipping into the car, she lifted

her head despondently, only to be greeted by Tony’s tall and solid figure. He seemed to have waited for

some time here, for she noticed a few cigarette butts at his feet. “Director Hart…” Having no way to

avoid him, she quickly put away the sorrow in her eyes in embarrassment and gazed at the man before

her in surprise. Only then did she remember that she was supposed to drive him home.